This has always been the hardest part.
I still remember the cry baby that I am when I first left home for college. Just to compensate for missing it, I always take that 4-hour ride on a midweek to just be Home and comeback to the city the next day for school.
So many things has changed since then, and that includes me rarely come Home.
I may have changed because of what I had gone through all these years, but one thing remains unchanged, that Home is where I belong—no matter who I am, no matter what I do and no matter what I become.
And when I find that place where I feel it is ‘Home’, that’s the time I find it difficult to leave.